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"Nothing," Ye Wanyu shook her head and said.

Liu Yang asked: "Is it a matter of Fang's company's project bidding?"

"Ok!"

Ye Wanyu sighed and said, "Fang Xingkun is in charge of the project. You have met him, and he is now in close contact with another company. I want to find him. He is either not available or does not answer the phone."

"—"

Liu Yang was stunned.

Did this Fang Xingkun have the guts to give the project to other companies?

Does he not know about the relationship between me and Ye Wanyu?

When Liu Yang frowned, Ye Wanyu smiled wryly and said, "Why am I telling you this—"

In Ye Wanyu's eyes, Liu Yang is just a house husband, and talking to him about this is like playing the piano with a cow.

On weekdays, the ice-cold and beautiful CEO would do everything swiftly and swiftly, but now, his expression was full of despair and powerlessness.

Her father is not only not valued by the old man, but also indulges himself in the gentle hometown of the third child every day. He rarely goes to the company. As for her mother, even though she is one of the directors of the company, she holds a very small share. Mrs. Fu played mahjong in a dark way.

This family is completely dependent on Ye Wanyu for support.

If she loses the position of president of the Ye family company, the status of the three of them in the Ye family will go from bad to worse, and maybe they will be like rats crossing the street, everyone shouting and beating.

The heavy pressure on her shoulders made Ye Wanyu almost out of breath.

Ye Wanyu looked strong, but she was a little woman with a soft heart. Liu Yang felt a little distressed when she saw it. After her face turned cold, she decided to help Ye Wanyu get through this difficult time.

The night was getting dark, Liu Yang was sitting on the bed, in front of him was the landscape painting of Li Dongzhi.

Just now Liu Yang checked the name of Li Dongzhi with his mobile phone, but there is no record of Li Dongzhi in the historical data.

Even though Liu Yang didn't know which dynasty Li Dongzhi was born in, one thing he could know was that Li Dongzhi was a cultivator of immortality.

Maybe Li Dongzhi has already survived the catastrophe and ascended to the top.

Liu Yang no longer entangled in who Li Dongzhi is, his paintings are the most important.

Spreading the landscape painting slowly on the bed, Liu Yang immediately felt the aura flowing in the painting.

What a landscape painting, blessed with aura on the brush and ink, it becomes a painting of painting!

Liu Yang didn't hesitate any longer, sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed slowly, and the fingers of both hands were condensed.

When the spiritual energy traveled through the limbs and bones, the landscape painting emitted a faint white brilliance, wisps of spiritual energy slowly rose from the painting, and Liu Yang sucked it greedily.

After a mouthful of spiritual energy was inhaled into the mouth and nose, it was followed by a mouthful of turbid air.

Liu Yang's body glowed with golden light, and he seemed to be one with the heaven and earth while sitting quietly.

This practice is a long process, I don't know how long it took, when Liu Yang breathed out the last breath of spiritual energy, suddenly, a golden light shot out from the landscape painting.

Liu Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't even have time to avoid it. The golden light directly entered into the center of his eyebrows and merged into his soul.

"The Promise Sword Formation!"

A humming sound exploded in Liu Yang's consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, one after another sword energy, sword array, began to evolve and change——

After Liu Yang was shocked, he excitedly learned Wuji Sword Formation for his own use.

The so-called Wuji sword formation means that within the formation, endless sword energy can be sacrificed with spiritual energy. Once the formation is opened, anyone and anything within ten feet can be killed with this Wuji sword energy.

The most frightening thing is that as long as the aura is sufficient, countless sword qi can be formed, and the sky is full of sword qi, it is like gods blocking and killing gods, and Buddhas blocking and killing Buddhas!

Liu Yang never imagined that there is a spell in this landscape painting!

Everyone in the world knows three thousand ways of Taoism and ten thousand spells, so Taoism cannot be compared with magic.

Taoism is very popular. Liu Yang, as a cultivator of Taoism, basically knows all Taoism after accepting his grandfather's inheritance, but he doesn't have a single spell that he can use.

Rumor has it that a cultivator in the Tribulation Period can destroy a star with a single spell!

The power of spells is evident.

The Wuji sword formation is definitely an extremely advanced spell. With the improvement of cultivation base, the sword formation becomes more and more terrifying and powerful, no matter the range of the formation or the infinite sword energy.

Who is Lee Dong-ji?

This doubt became more profound.

Maybe I'll find out later.

Being able to obtain this advanced spell by accident, Liu Yang's face was full of ecstasy. The only regret is that after absorbing the spiritual energy in the Danqing ink treasure, he did not break the mirror, and was only a short distance from being able to achieve the Great Perfection of Qi Refining the realm.

At this moment, Liu Yang couldn't help but think that his grandfather said that he was born with an extraordinary body, but in his grandfather's knowledge, the so-called innate extraordinary was not only a talent in cultivation, but luck was not comparable to that of ordinary people.

The so-called luck, for ordinary people, means luck, but for cultivators, it can have great opportunities.

By chance, Liu Yang was able to learn the Wuji Sword Formation spell, which was inseparable from his invincible luck.

At this moment, Liu Yang looked out of the window, and suddenly found that the sky in the distance had turned pale, and he actually spent a whole night absorbing spiritual energy and practicing the Wuji Sword Formation.

"Ye Wanyu, you don't have to come to work today."

"why?"

"You still have the nerve to ask why, Fang's project has reached a verbal agreement with the emerging company, do you think you can still come to work in the company?"

"—"

In the quiet morning, Liu Yang could hear Ye Wanyu's uncle Ye Zeyun's voice on his mobile phone.

When Ye Zeyun finished speaking, there was no movement in the living room.

Squeak!

Liu Yang gently opened the door, and when he came to the living room, he saw Ye Wanyu sitting on the sofa by herself, with a sparkle in the corner of her eyes.

At this moment, Liu Yang's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.

Even Liu Yang could hardly believe the scene in front of him. In everyone's eyes, Ye Wanyu, who was high above her and reticent, would sometimes cry.

"Wanyu—" Liu Yang called softly.

Ye Wanyu's delicate body trembled, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, pretending to be cold and said: "What are you looking at, hurry up and make breakfast!"

"Well, I see!"

Liu Yang nodded and walked into the kitchen.

Ye Wanyu knew what it would mean to her if she lost the position of president, but what can she do now?

She is just a little woman who has climbed to the position of president by relying on her personal ability. Compared with the huge Fang family, the Fang family will not give her any face.